And now the tale is at a close,
Finished with these Deathly Hallows.
Writing past fate and death,
Leaves every life with breath.
Knowing know what was not then,
The many tiresome tales of men.
Fight battles and run the chase,
A new obstacle past each staircase.
What was once thought dead,
Still lays ahead.
A key to the muddied future,
The first and only savior.
Lying in the grass,
Steely sinew and bold as brass.
Tears fly from face to face,
Showing the end of their short-lived race.
Knowing know what was not then,
Shrewd Slytherin from fen.
Your captive can be dead to you,
If only it were true.
He fights again, the body's lifted,
All standing but the wicked.
Run my lord.
But don't forget!
You must still reap you reward.